Life as a Delivery Driver

For a short time in our married lives my husband was employed as a police officer. It seemed he always had an interesting story. An amazing story. An unbelievable story. Life and work were not boring.

Now he is a self employed delivery driver. The exciting stories from his daily work have decreased drastically. Other than our recent snowstorms and his being out in in, the intensity and drama is not near what it used to be.

Neither of us mind this more boring way of life and work. Somehow it seems to fit us better. We find ways to generate other stories but they do not seem to come from his line of work... until recently.

If it wasn't my husband telling me the account, I would have been tempted to think it was being exaggerated. If I didn't trust his accurate repetition of things, I would be tempted to discount it.

One of the delivery's he was making couldn't just be left on the doorstep. It required a signature. He rang the bell. No different than many other stops in any given week. However, the response to the doorbell was quite unique.

The man answered.... without anything on his body... not even a sock. Let me just reiterate... he had nothing on!

Apparently he had the decency to apologize by saying, "Sorry, you caught me at a bad time."

UH? Ya think??

When he was telling me about this encounter, I had no response except to laugh, uncontrollably, as I pictured my husband standing on the porch in uniform... face to face... with that. UGH...

It appears life as a delivery driver is not as boring as one might think. I’m guessing that he is of the opinion that if this is the type of story it brings... boring is good!